Ants and Anniversaries
When my sister-in-law was pregnant with my niece, her first daughter after three sons, I had a talk with my nephew Ben. Bear with me, because this was almost two years ago, but totally memorable. While I may ad lib a tad, I swear I didn’t make it up.
It was kind of like this.
S: Hey Ben, it’s so exciting that you’re going to be a big brother, don’t you think?
B: Yeah. I guess.
S: You’re going to have this little baby sister, and she’s going to be like a princess that you’ll always be able to protect, like you’re her knight.
B: …
S: Well, I was a little girl with a big brother, and I can tell you that’s it’s pretty cool.
B: You have a big brother?
S: Mmm hmm!
B: Wait, I know who it is! It’s Uncle Mark! You guys are ALWAYS together!
S: …
Sarah: 0, Ben: 1
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I love that kid, he has such a pure heart. When Asher was tiny, Ben would sing to him whenever he cried. And that vocabulary… He’s the only child I have ever seen speak French before his second birthday.
I think he likes me pretty well, too. Although it wasn’t always mutual. He loves his Uncle Mark, to whom I was clearly a distraction. Once when I came to visit, Ben said, “Uncle Mark, your FRIEND SARAH is here.” When Mark and I got engaged, Ben’s mom said to him, “Ben, when Uncle Mark and Sarah get married, do you know what we’ll call Sarah then? She’ll become Aunt Sarah.” And Ben said with disgust, “GROSS. I don’t even LIKE ants.”
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Mark and I were married three years ago today. It’s been almost perfect, always worth it. We’re living and learning together, adulthood and parenthood, figuring it out as we go. I wouldn’t trade a second of it.
He is all my reasons.
Yes, I realize I just posted this picture a couple weeks ago. Shut up. Also, check out that viking beard. RRROW.
If I could open my arms
And span the length of the isle of Manhattan,
I’d bring it to where you are
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson
If I could open my mouth
Wide enough for a marching band to march out
They would make your name sing
And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings.
.: Death Cab for Cutie: Marching Bands of Manhattan
13 comments
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!
I love this post. Of course, I love all of your posts, but I really, really love this post.
You two are awesome together.
Happy Anniversary! I love this post, too. Total love for everything.
Happy Anniversary!
Happy Anniversary! And does Asher/is Asher going to have red hair? Score!
I don’t know, Thea! Between Mark and I, I would be super surprised if he didn’t end up with curly red hair. So far, it’s kind of silvery-copper-ish. He’s a mystery baby, he has blue eyes while mine are brown and Mark’s are green, and his skin-tone is already more golden than either of ours. He’s a total fox.
Happy Anniversary! Good memories of the Hawaiian wedding… (and yes Asher is a total fox)… can’t wait to see you all again soon… Love you guys!
… and when the day comes … that you realize that the vast majority of your life is behind you … you will begin to believe you’ve had a life well-lived … when your own child seems as happy as you are … and as blessed to have a spouse as wonderful as Mark is … and as beautiful a grandchild as you have given us.
… and for the record … I have blue eyes …
Ah! I love this!!!
I love Ben.
What a crack up!
And happy belated Anniversary!
So glad to find your blog while blog hopping today. I love making new friends and finding new blogs.
I enjoyed my visit to yours. Happy Anniversary!
Thank you all for the anniversary wishes. Ain’t life grand?
Gah! I’m so behind on blogging it’s not even funny! This was sweet, Thanks! Happy belated Anniversary!
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